White winter frost,
rainbow spring earth,
yellow summer dew;

Colorless rain
in orange autumn,
‘fore winter’s silence ensues.

Black dead night,
bluish dawn,
golden hollow sun;

Grey shimmer
of twilight dusk,
‘fore night begins her run.

Red is the lust,
in scarlet rage,
tearing through our lives;

Red are the hands
of crimson time,
ticking razor-blade knives.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar